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Storytime
Nash x Libby
I have so may wips, but I couldn't resist the urge
Nash had said "The Love Hypothesis" was a good book. He even told her some fun trivia about it, that it was originally a Reylo fanfic set in a grad school AU. Libby was secretly a Reylo shipper and liked the idea of a STEM romance. Nash did not prepare her for the scene towards the end. Libby should not have been sitting in one of the many libraries reading it. Heat crept up her neck as she read the scene.
“Have you finished the book yet?” A familiar voice called from the door way.
Libby snapped the book shut, “not quite.”
She stood and tried to leave, keeping her head lowered to hide her pink cheeks, but Nash was blocking her path. He slouched a bit trying to get to eye level with her, crooked grin on his face.
“Where ya goin’ sweetheart?”
“I just remembered…I have to…um there’s cookies in the oven,” Libby stammered.
“I didn’t smell any cookies on my way here,” Nash drawled.
“I meant I had to put cookies in the oven,” her eyes darted around the room.
“Where are you at in that book I gave you?”
Libby gasped and took a step back, “why does it matter?”
Nash chuckled, “I think I know what part you’re at. Do you want me to read it to you?” Her eyes widened, but she didn’t protest when he took the book from her hands and pulled her back to her spot in the library. He started the scene from the beginning, the filthy words made even dirtier by his Texas drawl. Nash didn’t rush through the scene, he savored each word and glanced at Libby periodically. He loved how the blush creeped up to her ears as he read. How her lips were parted slightly almost like a perpetual gasp. Nash had to stifle a groan when she wet her lips and not so subtly shifted in her seat. He knew she was picturing the two of them together and he couldn’t help but do the same, his cock painfully hard by the time he reached the end.
Nash barely made eye contact with Libby before she pounced.
@thescribblednovel thanks for putting the idea in my head
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Nash Hawthorne x Reader
Summary: You're sick and Nash takes care of you.
Request from @pandunar
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You had had a horrible fever for the past two days. It has finally calmed down, but you still felt horrible. You always caught the worst colds.
Nash had been concerned. You had cancelled a date. And the reason has been.... suspicious. You had claimed your sister was going through a rough breakup. Which he thought was odd, especially considering the fact that your sister was happily married. He had been your date to their wedding.
Nash was worried enough to go straight to your apartment. You mumbled a curse as you heard a knock. And then Nash's voice, thick with his Texas accent.
"Sweetheart? Are you okay in there?"
You didn't know what you should do. You had a shitty cold, but didn't want to worry Nash or get him sick...
You sighed before getting up and opening the apartment door. Careful to keep your distance from Nash, you spoke.
"You should go home Nash. I have this horrible cold, and I don't want to get you sick."
Nash chuckled.
"You won't get me sick." He said as he stepped aside and walked into your apartment. You frowned. Getting him sick would just make him miserable.
"Sweetheart, I'm going to take care of you, you know why? 'Cause you need me right now." Nash said. His words erased every glimmer of doubt from your mind. You needed him.
Nash led you into your bedroom. And he made you get in bed before tucking you in. God, you really did have the best boyfriend ever.
Nash brought you soup, and set cough drops on your side table. He kissed your forehead before sitting down on the bed.
"Go on and rest darling. I'll be here as long as you need me."
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IMPORTANT POLL
Hi all! I completed my urgent personal matter and can now return to writing more and getting works out sooner!
But, I wanted to see if there is any interest in me writing for the Hawthorne Brothers from The Inheritance Game Series? I’m thinking mostly Grayson and Jameson but would be open to any!
#hawthorne legacy#jameson hawthorne#jameson winchester hawthorne#grayson hawthorne#grayson davenport hawthorne#the inheritance games#the inheritance trilogy#the inheritance series#poll#interest poll#jameson hawthorne x reader#jameson hawthorne x you#Jameson Hawthorne x yn#grayson hawthorne x reader#grayson hawthorne x you#Grayson Hawthorne x yn#inheritance games x reader#hawthorne brothers#Hawthorne brothers x reader#inheritance games fanfic
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A FOOL FOR YOU PT 4⤵ GRAYSON HAWTHORNE X READER
ABOUT: 2642 words, no use of y/n (part 1, part 2, part 3, part 5)
STORY: well, y'know. you can't ignore a 911 text from a hawthorne
WARNINGS: none really, reader does struggle to swim tho and freaks out a little
TAGS: @littlemissmentallyunstable @gretag13 @lanterns-and-daydreams @whatsamongus @alwaysthefangirl @zuzanna-jadw1ga @emelia07 @f4iry-bell @low-caloriesmonsterultra @that-daughter-of-hephaestus @jimcarreyfann42 @ravishinglyliving @maybxlle - lmk if you wanna be added to the taglist!
A/N: EEK I LOVED WRITING THIS. i didn't describe the reader's swimsuit because i don't know what everyone is comfortable with so i let you kinda imagine it however u want! i'm not sure how many more parts i can get out of this idea, there'll definitely be at least one more lmk what u think tho
He said please.
Grayson didn’t lack manners. It’s not that he didn’t know how to say please and thank you. But he also wasn’t the kind of person to throw around a plea lightly. Grayson Hawthorne was, well, a Hawthorne. The name itself was a demand, not requiring a please. But he’d felt the need to say please to you.
Maybe you were overthinking it.
Or maybe you were still in denial, like Avery said you were.
The texts came in at eight at night, too, which only raised more questions in your mind. If he wanted to talk to you, why hadn’t he just found you? Or simply texted you to meet somewhere? You didn’t understand why he’d felt the need to use the 911; you would’ve come if he’d just told you to go to the pool.
Hawthornes did tend to have a flare for dramatics, you supposed.
You had no idea why Grayson wanted you to meet him at the pool. He was a swimmer, sure, but that was very much his personal time. Grayson didn’t often appreciate people watching or joining him in the pool. But, you figured there was a chance he expected you to.
So you found yourself at her door again. Despite the faint conversation you could hear from inside, you knocked.
Avery took longer than last time to open the door. “What’s up?” She asked.
“Hey. Uh, do you have a swimsuit I could borrow?”
She frowned slightly, confused. “I mean I do, yeah, but why-”
You didn’t even have to say anything. You just showed her your phone screen with the text messages. Her eyes widened as she read them and she immediately opened the door wider for you. “Get the hell in here.”
Avery was already digging through the grand dresser. As you entered the room behind her, you noticed Jameson sitting on the floor in front of a deck of cards, giving you a curious look. “What-”
“Not now, Jamie,” Avery quickly answered. “Girl problem.”
That shut him up.
“Don’t mind him,” she told you, turning back around with a few items in hand. “We were just playing solitaire.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Together? Isn’t that a one player game?”
“His idea, not mine. Managed to turn it into a competition too, somehow,” Avery shrugged. Jameson gasped dramatically but she continued before he could speak, bringing your attention back to why you asked for help. “So, I’ve actually never worn this one before, you could keep it if you want. Or-”
“That one’s fine,” you interrupted, taking it from her. “Can I change in your bathroom?” “Oh, uh, yeah, sure I guess,” Avery answered, clearly confused as to why you were so quick to answer. “Sorry, I’m just trying to get there as soon as I can. Thanks.”
You didn’t change completely, just putting it on and putting your clothes back on over it. You didn’t plan on getting into the water, but it was worth being prepared.
As you were stepping out of the room and thanking Avery, Jameson called, “Say hi to Gray for me.”
Your head snapped back. “What?”
“Come on,” he smirked. “He’s practically the only person who uses the pool, especially at this time. So tell him I said hi.”
Shaking your head, you just ignored him. Jameson was the type of person who could read people well, so odds are he probably already knew he was right. But you didn’t want to give even more of a reaction to him than you already had.
Avery grabbed your arm though, before you left. “Hey, hey, good luck.”
You thanked her and left, just hoping Jameson wouldn’t try to watch from the window.
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The cool night air hit you sharply as you stepped outside. It hadn’t been too chilly during the day, but you now found yourself wishing you were in more than just shorts and a thin hoodie.
Shivering, you made your way over to the pool. Your mind was racing the whole way there, but there wasn’t really anything else for you to be wondering. Grayson had asked for you to come to the pool, presumably either to swim with him or just because he was most comfortable there. Either way, it was pretty clear that he wanted to discuss what happened when he was drunk. But you still didn’t understand why he sent the 911.
Good thing you were on your way to finding out.
The pool deck was empty, save for a few lounge chairs. The fancy cushioned kind, the ones you would only find at a hotel. And the Hawthorne mansion, of course.
On one of the chairs were two neatly folded towels- two. So he did expect you to get in the water with him? Where was he anyway? If he’d already brought out towels, why wasn’t he-
Splash.
You’d been too caught up in your thoughts and the sound of your heart racing in your chest to realize that Grayson was, in fact, already in the pool. Swimming laps because he was Grayson Hawthorne, so of course he was swimming laps when the sun had already set and the only light in the sky was that of the stars.
Swimming had never really been your thing, so you didn’t know the exact stroke, but you would’ve been a liar if you said you weren't somewhat mesmerized. The way his arms went up and out, the way his fingers glided along the surface before entering the water once again. His legs kicked together, the movement fast and almost indiscernible under the blue of surrounding him.
Grayson came up for air so quickly you couldn’t even make out his face, but your eyes caught on the way his hair flicked up with his head. It was certainly a skill, and he managed it so gracefully. You struggled to look away.
Thankfully, you were pulled out of your stare when he suddenly reached the wall nearest to you. Grayson’s hands touched the edge of the pool in perfect sync. You could see the red in his face, the tire he was giving himself from swimming. You wondered how long he’d been there before you found him.
Grayson met your eyes with a tired smile as he caught his breath. “You came.”
“You said 911,” you explained, sitting on the edge of the chair where he’d set the towels. “I figured it was pretty important.”
“Yes, I did.” He nodded. “We do only get one of those a year, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t mention that to any of my brothers.”
“Got it.”
He was avoiding the elephant in the room.
“Would you like to join me?”
You stared at him. “Excuse me?”
“You’re excused,” he said. “Would you like to join me?”
Was he really just going to ignore the fact that he’d sent you such an urgent message? A 911 could’ve meant he was dying, for all you knew when you’d first received it. And what, it was because he wanted to go for a swim with you? There was more he wasn’t saying and you just wanted to yell at him to spit it out.
Instead, you responded calmly.
“Join you in the pool?”
Grayson looked you up and down and shook his head. “I suppose you can’t really, not without proper swimwear.”
You got in the pool in a suit when you were drunk, you didn’t say.
“I have a bathing suit on under this,” you explained. “I just… why do I need to get in the water? Can’t you just tell me what’s going on?”
He took a deep breath.
“I’ve decided I owe you an apology. For what happened.” You knew immediately what he was referring to. “I was reckless and foolish and unintentionally put the burden of myself onto you. It would have been easier for you to just leave me be, but you dealt with my mess. I appreciate that.”
The silence that followed was only interrupted by the gentle lapping of the pool.
“See why I figured you should get in?” He asked. “We’d be at an even level. Better suited for such a conversation.”
“Or you could just get out,” you offered.
“Please?”
That word again.
Grayson Hawthorne knew what he was doing.
“Fine,” you groaned, but really only half annoyed. You turned around as you began to take off the layers above the swimsuit, watching him in the corner of your eye as he looked away respectfully.
The cold hit you even harder now that you had removed your hoodie, and you hoped that the pool was well heated.
“Okay, okay.” You began walking over to the edge of the pool where Grayson was. When his eyes found you, he stared for a little longer than normal before answering.
“You’re nervous,” he observed. “Can you swim?”
You shrugged, taking another step closer. “I know how to stop myself from drowning.”
Grayson moved out of your way and you sat on the edge of the pool with your feet getting wet. It was heated, thankfully. Comfortably so. No wonder he loved to come here at night.
He was watching you silently. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, and it was killing you. Not that anyone could ever tell what Grayson Hawthorne hid behind those piercing eyes, but yet another question amidst everything that had happened that week was too much.
Of course he’s a mystery, he’s a Hawthorne.
Before you could overthink it even further, you got in.
The warmth of the water enveloped you, contrasting greatly with the chill of the night air. You were holding onto the wall, not planning on letting go because your swimming skills were just barely above that of a child starting swim lessons. But Grayson’s intense gaze kept your heart racing.
He swam towards you, grabbing onto the wall a little closer but still leaving a respectful distance between you. “Do you know why I sent the 911?”
“No,” you admitted. “It scared me.”
“I apologize for that. I panicked.”
You hadn’t expected that confession from him.
“You panicked?”
He nodded slowly. “I was afraid you’d think less of me after how I acted. You haven’t spoken to me in days, so I wasn’t sure you’d come otherwise.” The vulnerability in his voice was tangible.
“It’s not that I’ve been trying to avoid you, Grayson,” you explained. “I just… I mean, you haven’t spoken to me either.”
“I thanked you, I thought we were past what happened. I didn’t think we needed to talk about it.”
“You thanked me and then flirted and walked away.”
Grayson raised an eyebrow. “Did I?”
“You know very well what you did,” you said, trying to hide the blush on your face.
He swam a little closer. His voice dropped to the same sincere tone it had adopted back when he was drunk. When you’d told him to be careful and he’d cupped your face. When he said he’d never hurt you, never.
“Perhaps I do. But that doesn’t change the fact that I burdened you with my drunk self.”
“You’re not a burden, Grayson,” you told him, also pushing yourself closer to him along the wall. “It was no problem, really. Just a little entertaining.”
He chuckled, and you couldn’t tell if it was genuine or bitter.
The way he was looking at you was making you feel something. Something you couldn’t name but… didn’t quite hate. You started to move yourself a little closer to him until-
Splash.
Your hand slipped off the edge of the pool, accidentally sending you back. Not exceptionally far or deep into the pool, but enough to make you panic. You could keep yourself afloat, sure, but not when you were suddenly pushed away from the only solid thing keeping your head above water.
But before you could fully let the panic set in, a strong arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you upwards.
The sensation of being lifted was disorienting. You were overwhelmed by the sudden rush of water and movement, then the lack of water as your head reached the surface again. Even if you’d barely been below the water for a few seconds, you found yourself gasping for air.
Grayson’s arm around you was the only steady thing in the chaos.
“Hey, hey” Grayson spoke, and it took a moment for your startled mind to process the words. “You’re okay, I’ve got you.”
You blinked rapidly, trying to focus. It took a moment for your breathing to calm down, but you helped yourself by rationalizing it; you’d been under the water for maybe five seconds, there was no need to panic so much.
The shock had just gotten you.
His voice broke through again, focusing your vision and hearing on him. “Just breathe, in and out. Nice and slow, just like that.”
You followed his instructions, taking deep breaths. Your panic began to fade, and you became painfully aware of how close he now was to you, the proximity at which he held you.
Grayson didn’t let go as you calmed down, simply keeping you tucked protectively in his arm as if the water was threatening you. He used his free hand to reach up and brush a wet strand of hair from your face behind your ear. The gesture was so gentle, so careful, that you felt your heart flutter.
“Are you alright?” He asked.
You nodded. “Yeah, yeah, I think so. Thank you.”
He only nodded in return, his usually sharp gray eyes beginning to soften as he stared down at you. He didn’t move his hand away after moving the hair out of your face. It stayed there, lingering around your ear, until he decided to move down, cupping your face.
Surprisingly, it wasn’t the first time that shirtless Grayson Hawthorne was holding your face in his large hands and looking at you in a way that was more than an annoyed glance.
But it felt different this time. More intense, more real.
He wasn’t drunk, not hungover; there was no doubt in your mind that he really meant everything. His eyes were still locked on yours with an emotion that you couldn’t quite place, yet somehow felt deep within your core.
He leaned forward, so close to you that your foreheads were almost touching. His eyes fluttered shut and you realized what was happening only after you felt the words he whispered against your lips-
“I’m sorry.”
Grayson closed the small gap between you, gently pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was soft, almost hesitant at first, like he was giving you the chance to pull away or tell him to stop. But when you didn’t, when you leaned into the kiss, the arm around you tightened.
Your hands moved on their own, both sliding their way up to rest on his chest. He responded to your touch with a low hum that made you shiver despite the heated pool.
His arm moved up to the back of your head, pushing you impossibly closer to him. The kiss grew more urgent, more desperate, like he was trying to express every emotion he’d been hiding for the past week. It was overwhelming, and for a moment nothing existed outside of you and Grayson Davenport Hawthorne.
When he pulled back, you kept your eyes closed. Grayson placed a small kiss on your forehead before resting it against his own. You were so close now, much closer than before, but that didn’t matter anymore.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a while now,” he admitted softly.
“Me too, Grayson,” you grinned. “Me too.”
When he kissed you again, he tasted like those stupid cherries he loved and felt like the end of the world.
the writing above belongs to me. please do not copy, modify, repost on other sites or claim as your own. © 2024 wish-i-were-heather
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Here’s my masterlist! I will try to keep it updated as I post fics.
last update: 10/18/24
ACOTAR Masterlist | Throne of Glass Masterlist | Crescent City Masterlist | Fourth Wing Masterlist | The Inheritance Games
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❪ ✦ ❫ 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍’𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄.
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: grayson hawthorne x fem!reader.
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: grayson hawthorne has a long routine for the morning; but his half-asleep-willing-girlfriend will make it all better.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: fluff, pet names, sleepy, female reader, forehead kisses, waking up early, swimming (are those even warnings?), use of Y/N, softie grayson (?)
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 1073
𝐀/𝐍: bro reader is me. also idk i saw this on a fanfic or like a headcanon with grayson but i forgot who made it?? TRLL ME WHO IT IS SO I COULD KNOW AND TAG THEM GRAHGG??
𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑��𝐈𝐒𝐓. 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄.
𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃: ✓
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: @reminiscentreader @nqds @never-enough-novels @ilyiwdtpyiwmyhmtkys @evaswarner @sc11vb @sophiesonlinediary @starrynightsxo @f4iry-bell @his-littlefox @viivdle
grayson hawthorne has a strict morning routine. wake up at 5 to swim, swim until the others wake up, take a shower, get dressed, get coffee, and do whatever grayson does.
now, having a girlfriend who hates mornings, though, makes his routine have some… holes in it. though, whenever she said she wanted to do it with him, he couldn’t lie that he was happy with it.
“are you sure you want to wake up with me tomorrow, love?” he asks, looking at you nervously. you grin at him. “yeah, i’m sure. plus, i’m tired of not waking up with you in bed, so…” you trail off.
grayson lifts an eyebrow before sighing. “okay, but if you’re too tired to, just tell me and you could go back to bed, okay?”
“i know, don’t worry!”
now, you know that he wakes up early. but you never knew how early.
“love,” grayson says as he lightly shakes your shoulders. you groan tiredly, turning on your side. “Y/N, you said you wanted to wake up with me.”
“yeah, but i never knew how early…” you mumble, your eyes still closed. he chuckles lightly. “you said you wanted to, right?”
“mhm.”
“then come on.”
sighing, you blink your eyes open before rubbing the sleep from your eyes. you look up at the blond above you and hum.
you wrap your arms around his neck and close your eyes again. “‘cmon, pick me up,” you mumble, digging your face in his neck. grayson tries to hide his smile as he puts a hand behind the small of your back and picks you up with him.
you wrap your legs around him as he walks to the walk-in closet and sets you down again.
you yawn, rubbing your eyes as grayson gets out his swimming trunks and your bathing suit. “do you want to swim with me?” he asks, looking up at you from his crouching position.
you shrug and say i don’t know with your mouth closed. he rolls his eyes at you, amused as he takes the swimming clothes.
you watch him as he takes his swimming trunks and walks into the restroom with them. you frown. you’ve already seen everything, why does he need to change in the bathroom?
but, you suppose that him sleeping without a shirt is a reward itself already. even though the reason why, was a whole nother conversation that you two already had.
soon, he comes back out with his swimming trunks on and you grab your swimming suit and walk into the restroom.
you tiredly—slowly—change into your swimming suit, the feeling of the fabric against your dry skin making you feel weird. of course, it’ll feel better once you're wet, but still.
you toss your dirty clothes on the wall, where a piece of it opens and takes the clothes before closing again.
you snort and roll your eyes. rich people. walking back out, you see grayson making his bed with two towels on his shoulder and if you were any other person, you’d find this weird, cleaning while he’s in his swimming trunks.
if you were any other person.
he spots you walking out and straightens his back, offering his hand to you. smiling—still tired, surprisingly—you take his hand.
he smiles back and takes you out of his room and to the swimming pool. he swims until everyone else wakes up, he told you. you wonder how long that exactly takes.
all of the rooms are still dark as he makes it to the swimming pool, sliding open the see-through door.
still holding your hand, he steps outside and to one of the pool chairs, putting down the towels on top of it.
you hum and sit on the chair, bringing your legs to your chest.
“do you want to stay here?” grayson asks, lifting an eyebrow at you. you nod at him. “i’ll go in later,” you say, making him form a little smile at you.
he was never one to smile, but he always does when he’s with you. it brings toy joy; especially when it’s a full-blown smile, one of those rare ones.
you watch as he gets into the pool and begins to swim, going from the end of the pool to the other end of the pool, swimming in laps.
you watch how his back muscles move as he moves his arms, his biceps flexing. you blink and look away from him before he can see you staring.
even though you two are official now, you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed whenever he caught you staring at him.
especially in situations like this one.
it was a little while later when you got up from your chair and stepped to the edge of the pool. grayson glanced at you sitting down, before making his way to you.
he’s over there before you even got your feet in the water, putting his hands on either side of your thighs. you put your hands on top of his own and lean down, kissing his wet forehead.
he wraps his arms around your hips and puts his head on top of your chest, making you wrap your arms around his wet neck.
“do you want to come in now?” he asks, his words slightly muffled from your chest. “yeah,” you hum, moving your legs back and forth in the water, both beside his hips.
he nods and trails his hands down to your bottom, pulling you towards him before he backs away from the ledge, bringing you with him.
you squeal as you wrap your legs and arms around him, the cold water making you freeze. “it’s freezing!” you exclaim, squeezing your eyes shut. “jesus—how are you not cold, gray?”
he chuckles and kisses your forehead. “i’ve gotten used to it, flower.”
a few moments later after swimming, kissing, and hugging, avery walks out with jameson by his side.
“stop flirting and come eat. breakfast is ready,” jameson says, smirking at his brother. grayson glares at him and slowly brings you down from where you were.
you had tried to see how long he could not breathe from underwater, but of course, he had to try to impress you and was under there longer than he should have.
of course, he didn’t tell you that, though. after all, he needs to beat you in the pool games tomorrow—which, of course, he’ll never admit to liking.
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First Kiss- libby x nash
authors note: i just realized i have never made a libby x nash fic before… which should be a criminal offence honestly. anyway here it is, and if you can’t tell by the title, it’s libby and nash’s first kiss 😉😉
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Libby poured all the wet ingredients into her bowl, while Nash focused on the dry ones. Even though she hated to admit it because she knew Avery was going through her own problems, she had been stressed with all the drama surrounding Drake, and Nash had offered to bake with her. He warned her that he was a terrible baker, but Libby assured him that all would be smooth sailing. She handed her bowl to Nash, who took it with a low hum as his fingers brushed hers, sending electricity down Libbys spine, before he poured Libby’s bowl into his bigger bowl. Libby reached into one of the cupboards to get an apron, when she heard something being plugged in. The electric mixer. Libbys eyes widened as she rushed over to Nash.
“Wait!” She exclaimed, racing over to him as she grabbed his arm. He turned and raised a brow at her, and her hand on his arm, and Libby dropped her arm back to her side, his sudden attentiveness making her draw back the slightest bit. Then he smiled, slow and smooth, as he spoke.
“What’s the problem, darling?” He asked her, turning to face her more clearly. Stubbornness rose in her chest.
“Not your darling. Also,” She said, going back to grab the apron she dropped before handing it to him. “Mixing in the dry ingredients without an apron would mean getting powder all over your white shirt. You need an apron.” His sudden eye contact made her feel nervous, so she turned her head. She thought that would be the end of it, before Nash’s rough, yet gentle, hands took her chin and moved her face to look back at his. Heat rose in her cheeks as Nash held her gaze again, before pulling his hand away, tying the apron around his waist, and speaking.
“Good to know. Hey, how’s this look?” Nash asked, pulling his arms out to the side so Libby could see his apron with ducks littered all over it. Libby laughed into her palm before speaking, trying to hide her giggles.
“Very stylish.” She said, her mouth fighting back a smile. He smiled at her, except this time, his teeth showed, as well as one dimple on his left cheek. God, why did he have to have those kind of smiles? Libby mentally cursed herself, before turning around and going back to what she was doing.
“Okay, get mixing now on the lowest setting for two minutes.” She ordered.
“Yes, ma’am.” He replied. The comment made her cheeks blush the slightest bit, but she just shook her head as she continued to clean her counter. Libby put all the dishes in the sink, before getting a spray bottle and spraying the entire counter down. She went to grab the cloth, but she couldn’t find it. Then she turned her head, and realized it was in the cupboard by Nash’s side of the kitchen. Okay, Libby thought. I just have to go past him. No sweat. Libby sauntered towards Nash, before he suddenly turned off his mixer.
“Hey, Libby, do you think that’s-“ Nash didn’t get to finish before whirling around, so quick that Libby jumped with a slight shout. Her feet tried to balance herself, but she noticed, with an internal groan, that there was some water spilt on the ground. Her feet slipped on the water and she started to fall backwards, before an arm wrapped around her waist, catching her one handed and pulling her up.
“Hey, did you slip, darl? Are you alright?” Nash’s soft voice drawled, his arm still wrapped around her waist as he turned to look at her. Libby tilted her head up and met his eyes too, and she was sure right then and there that there was a major blush on her face.
“Um- yeah! Yeah, I’m fine.” Libby stuttered, pulling herself out of Nash’s ridiculously muscular arms and grabbing the cloth out of the cupboard as fast as possible. “I just needed this.” She waved the cloth in the air, before feeling like she had to say more from Nash’s raised brow.
“I didn’t fall on purpose.” Libby blurted suddenly. That made both of Nash’s eyebrows raise, as he put down the mixer and crossed his arms, looking stupidly attractive despite the dumb apron. “It wasn’t a whole bit where you could catch me, you know.” Nash’s sudden smirk and raised brow told Libby everything she needed to know. She had said too much. Oh, why didn’t you just leave it at that? Libby cursed herself as she scrambled to explain.
“Well, that’s not what I meant, I just meant that-“ Libby cut herself off as she realized that no matter how much she explained, it was not going to get any less weird. “Never mind, bye.” Libby was about to scramble off to the counter she was trying to clean when Nash suddenly chuckled and took ahold of her hips, drawing her back. Libbys brain blanked as it finally caught up with what was going on: Nash’s hands, Her hips.
“Now hold on there,” Nash drawled teasingly, stepping closer as he crossed his arms and held her gaze. “You saying you fell on purpose over there, Grambs?” Libby’s heart raced once he took that step, her brain too broken by his close vicinity and earthy smell to focus on anything else.
“No. I’m not saying anything,” Libby huffed, before crossing her arms this time. “Now keep mixing. You still have a minute left, and we’re not screwing up these cupcakes because of you.” Nash guffawed as he tilted his head at her, laughing.
“Ouch. And alright, I’ll keep mixing.” He said with a smile.
“Good.” Libby said simply. She turned as she wiped down her counter, but out of the corner of her eye, she could see and feel Nash’s eyes on her. She tried her very hardest not to blush as she noticed the way his gaze raked down her body, before moving to his cupcake batter and mixing it. There was a pull to him that Libby had noticed since the first time they met. Despite everything she told herself, Libby hadn’t been able to get him off her mind. It was insane.
“Am I done mixing yet, chef?” Nash asked her suddenly. Libby turned around, walked over to him, studied his batter, then nodded.
“That looks about right.” She replied. “Now, grab that batter scoop from the pantry and try to get an even amount into every cupcake hole on the pan.” She glanced at her counter for a moment, and noticed Nash walking towards her. She turned her head and caught his gaze, watching him come closer and closer. A breath catches in her throat as he dips his head. And, just when Libby thinks he’s about to kiss her, just when she almost hopes he’s about to kiss her, he turns his head, facing his lips towards her ear, before whispering.
“Batter scoop.” He whispers teasingly. Then, he pulls open the drawer right beside her and grabs it, lifting his head and smiling at her flushed cheeks. He walks away, leaving her stunned as the blush spreads to the back of her neck.
“What was that?” Libby croaks out before she can stop herself.
“What was what?” He replies without missing a beat. Libby turned to look at him.
“That!” She said, pointing at the drawer where the batter scoop was. “That entire-“ She paused. Interaction, she was about to finish, before shaking her head and continuing.
“Nevermind.” She finished lamely. She continued to wipe down her counter, although she knew it was already clean.
“You mean me flirting with you?” Libby paused. She turned to look at where the voice came from, only to find Nash crossing his arms with his body turned towards her. Libby paused, before nodding quickly, blue hair getting into her face as she again wiped the counter down.
“I like doing it because you get all red.” He teased, washing his hands as he put the batter scoop into the sink. Libby’s heart thumped in her chest, as she answered.
“So?” She asked him, a good two syllables too high. He smiled at her sweet and slowly, holding her gaze as he took a few steps forward.
“So, maybe I like seeing you get all red.” He said. Libby couldn’t breathe, or let alone speak, so all she did was shake her head as she looked away from him. Suddenly, Nash took ahold of her wrist, pulling her forward.
“Don’t do that.” He warned her softly. Libby’s heart thumped louder, so loud that she was sure Nash could hear it.
“Do what?” She breathed. He pressed a thumb onto her wrist softly, holding her gaze.
“Diminish me every time I try to get close to you. I understand that this whole Drake situation has been hard, so just say the word and I won’t talk to you like this again.” Nash told her softly. Libby froze. Despite everything she told herself, Nash’s comments and flirting techniques were the only things keeping her from burrowing herself into a hole and never coming back out. Without him, she wouldn’t be able to hold her head up since everything was so difficult recently. As if possessed by something, she suddenly rose to the top of her toes, and pressed a soft kiss on Nash’s lips. Despite the feeling swirling through her entire body, Nash’s expression made her freeze. Did she do something wrong?
“Oh god.” She said suddenly, realizing what just happened. “I’m so sorry, I don’t- I don’t know what happened.” She pressed a hand to her mouth in shock, but Nash was quick to remove it. And with a dip of his head, his lips met hers, and he pressed a soft kiss onto them. Electricity flowed through her spine as she gazed up at him, watching him take a step forward and run his hands through her hair.
“Is this fine?” He murmured, coming closer. Too full of emotions to speak, Libby just nodded, and suddenly, Nash pulled her in closer, kissing her. It didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen. The hands that were in her hair moved down to her waist, and Libby’s hands moved to the back of his neck, feeling the ends of his hair. Soft brushes became more passionate, and although Libby made a sound in the back of her throat that might be seen as embarrassing, Nash just took it in with a low hum. In a flurried movement of kissing and stumbling, Libby felt her feet get lift slightly off the floor, before she felt herself get placed on the counter. She separated from him, although she was reluctant to, to look at her surroundings. Nash grinned at her, before speaking.
“So we’re at the same height.” His rough drawl explained, before taking her by the chin and pulling her in again. Nash’s body moved closer as he kissed her, and Libby locked her legs around him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she continued to kiss him passionately. Nash’s lips suddenly switched from kissing her to trailing kisses down her jaw. Libby shivered under his touch, and, just before he could plant a kiss on the end of her jawline, a loud clearing of the throat interrupted them. Libby immediately snapped her head up, although Nash was more reluctant to separate, before feeling her spine get coated with horror as she realized who it was. Alisa Ortega, Nash’s ex fiancé.
“Lee-Lee.” Nash greeted awkwardly. Libby knew how bad this looked. It hadn’t been too long since they had broken up the engagement, and since she was kissing him like this in a very public place, it felt like she was flaunting it in her face. Oh, god.
Alisa opened her mouth to speak, but Libby interrupted her.
“Is it about Avery? I better go see if she’s okay.” Libby rushed to say, hopping off the counter. Alisa narrowed her eyes at her as she began to speak, but Libby just waved her off. “Thank you so much Alisa, and um-“ She trailed off awkwardly.
“Thanks, bye.” She finished shyly, before speed walking off in the direction of her sister’s room, not wanting to admit that it upset her much more than she’d like to think that her kiss got interrupted.
Maybe, Libby thought with the slightest giddy feeling, cowboys like him weren’t so bad.
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btw this fic takes place at the dead end of the inheritance games and ties into the reason as to why alisa is so awkward with them in the hawthorne legacy ^^
hope you enjoyed!! <33💗
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CHANGE MY MIND
pairing: grayson hawthorne x reader
summary: grayson pushed reader away sm that he lost her.
tagging: @unnoodles @never-enough-novels @alwaysthefangirl @clarissaweasley-10 @benny1989fredd @imaseabear @elysianwayy77 @whatsamongus @sheisntyou @emelia07
warning: angst
a/n: inspired by @daystarpoet 's cai 🤭pls do check it out, it's amazing.
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He does it again, he has been pushing her away for the past week, not telling how he really feels. Whenever she asks him, it's always “I'm fine” , the obvious lie. It was so frustrating for both of them as Grayson just won't tell her what is up, and she can't just watch him go through something alone, without understanding.
Grayson was currently driving her to this event they're supposed to go to, something that's hosted by the heiress for charity. The problem is the drive was filled with Graysons lonely suffering, he wanted to be alone at the moment, especially with her constantly asking what's wrong. He was a patient person but he needed her to stop it, without thinking he snapped.
“Will you ever stop? I said I'm fine.” He gripped the steering wheel.
“I'm just trying to under—”
“No, you're trying to be annoying.” The words stung her heart. She didn't expect him to ever use such a word on her.
She looked at him with slightly teary eyes but she didn't want him to see her, so she turned her face towards the window, and kept quiet the entire ride.
Grayson, realising what he has done, gently put his hands on her knees to show her he didn't mean it, but she barely acknowledged his touch or him. She completely ignored him. It hurts Grayson that she ignored him, but he knew he deserved it. After all, he led her to this.
After the teacher held the event, she didn't wait for Grayson to open her door, she immediately got out and started walking to the event. Grayson, given his speed, caught up to her quickly. Once they were in he put his hands on the small of her back as he led her through the crowd, they met some new people, he introduced her to them as his girlfriend as if nothing is going on between them right. She slipped away from him for a while, while he was thinking about the situation, and his habit of isolation, distancing himself. She came back to where she left him, and spoke.
“Avery invited me to stay over at her place. You can leave if you wish to, I'll be going riding with her and Jameson.” She said, her face was flushed a bit.
“Oh.” He wasn't processing what she said at first. “You don't have to leave with them.” He gathered himself.
“I should.”
“No, you're doing this on purpose.”
“So?”
He hated how calm her tone sounded, but he knew her body language said otherwise.
“So you're being childish. We have an argument, and you don't want to face the aftermath.” He pointed.
“No, Grayson I don't. And it's rich coming from you because you don't face anything! You don't face me when you're feeling like—I have no clue what— and I have to sit here, and watch you go through it alone!” She snapped.
The words hit him, he knew it was true, and he hated it. When she noticed the lack of reply she shook her head, and walked away but Grayson caught her arm, gentle yet firm.
“Don't walk away from me.”
“Why? I thought I was annoying.”
“Don't— you're being difficult.”
“No, it's easy. You push me away, and now I'm going away. It's as simple as that.”
“No, you're being stubborn.”
“And you're not?” She scoffed.
“I'm sick of this, always arguing with you, always asking for answers that I can't give you. I'm sick of it.”
“Then let me go.”
He loosened his grip on her hand.
“No, Grayson, I meant let me go. Out of your life.” Her shoulders relaxed when she finished her sentence. Grayson's stiffened.
“I…You don't mean that.”
“I do. You either let me in or let me go.”
Grayson looked down, and shook his head. “You can't put me in this position.”
“No. I'm not, if you can't be vulnerable, if you still feel not comfortable enough to be vulnerable with me after six months of dating, then I don't think I'm the right person for you, Grayson.” It hurted her to say the last part. She really thought they were going to last forever when they started dating.
He was awfully quiet, he was deciding what to say. He knew what his problem was, but he just couldn't tell her. This is the right thing.
“Maybe you're right.” She knew what she said but hearing it from him was worse.
She nodded her head. “I'll take a cab home, and move out tomorrow.”
Grayson helped her with the cab. He wanted to be close to her at the last moment, because he was never going to get her back. After everything he did, and said she'll never take him back.
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Screaming crying throwing up about the possibility of a “who did this to you?” scene in Nash and Libby’s story because of that one time she got hit by drake in tig
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Mine? Epilogue
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9
Summary: her heart is so full.
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Word Count: 975
A/n: we are done with this series... I CANT BELIEVE IT OMG WERE DONE WITH IT 😭
THANK YOU TO YOU ALL FOR COLLOWING THIS SERIES EVEN THOUGH IT TOOK ME MONTHS TO FINISH IT ASJHAJDHDF 😭 ILY ALL SO MUCH ILY ILYY
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"Mommyyy."
Y/n sighed, bowing her head and rubbing her eyes, water dripping from her fingers. She had only just gotten into the bath and Adelaide already missed her?
"Yes my love?" she called out.
"Where are you?"
"In the bath, baby."
Adelaide’s response was only the soft pitter patter of her feet as she ran into the bathroom, the door unlocked because Y/n knew her little girl loved following her around and if she had locked the door, it would have resulted in a tiny tantrum.
"Mommy, where is daddy?"
Adelaide had returned from school half an hour earlier, the car ride back home filled with her babbling about everything that had happened that day. Y/n had no choice but to nod along like she understood it all, while half the stuff she could not even make sense of.
It made her wonder if she even knew english.
Y/n raised her brows at her five year old. She only just remembered that her daddy was not home?
"Baby, daddy had some work. He will be returning soon."
Adelaide pouted, leaning against the tub and swirling her finger through the milky water.
"I miss him."
Y/n nodded solemnly. "Do you want me to call him?"
Adelaide’s eyes lit up. "Yes momma! Please."
Y/n wiped her hand on a nearby towel and picked up her phone to dial up her husband’s number.
"Hello?"
Y/n had the call on speaker phone, so before she could respond, Adelaide did.
"Daddy! Where are you?"
Y/n could hear the smile in Grayson’s voice. "I’m just parking the car sweetheart. Come greet me?"
Adelaide only giggled and ran off, leaving the bathroom door open. Y/n sighed again, shaking her head.
Adelaide was a daddy’s girl through and through. And he was just as smitten by her as she was him.
Y/n would never want it any other way.
"You there, love?"
Y/n blinked, turning her attention to her phone. "Yes."
He paused for a moment. "I forgot what I was supposed to say." he exhaled a frustrated breath, prompting Y/n to giggle.
From the other end, Y/n heard Adelaide’s voice squeaking and squealing and smiled, deciding to end the call. Her husband would soon be coming to say hi anyway.
My husband.
Despite being married for four years already, the thought made her blush every time.
The two had gotten married almost a year after he had proposed. It took the two almost twelve months to convince Liam and her father that Grayson actually loved Y/n. Y/n’s mother, despite being disappointed in Grayson, had forgiven him quickly.
Maybe she saw the way Grayson looked at Y/n, or maybe it was her mother’s heart that only wanted happiness for her daughter. Whatever it was, she had accepted the two’s engagement within the first month. It was the men of the house who still held a grudge.
Y/n’s father and brother would constantly poke at Grayson, at times borderline bully the poor man. But Gray did not budge on his decision to marry her, even knowing that there was a chance that her family would never accept him and always hold animosity towards his very existence.
And that very determination of his to stay with Y/n swayed her father and brother, and while they still weren’t too friendly with him still, things were constantly getting better.
"Mommy’s in there." Y/n heard just a moment before Grayson appeared in the doorway, Adelaide in his arms.
His brows rose the tiniest fraction when he realised Y/n was in the tub. "Well, hello mama. How are you?"
Y/n shook her head, suppressing her smile at the way he shot her a suggestive smirk. "Good."
Adelaide squirmed in Grayson’s arm before he could say anything else, attention already drifting.
"Daddy, I drew you in school today. Let me show you."
She was gone then, leaving Y/n with her husband, who’s lips spread in a flirtier smirk.
He walked closer to her, leaning in while eyeing her shoulders. Y/n could already see the gears in his head turning, already thinking of ways to persuade Y/n to let him join. He began leaning in when she splashed some water on him, making him jerk away.
"Y/n! What was that for?"
She giggled, leaning back in the tub, shaking away the few tendrils of hair that had escaped her bun. "Just felt like it."
He scowled at her, then before Y/n knew what was happening, he began tickling her.
Well, I didn’t think about the consequences.
"Gray- Grayson stoop."
He finally relented after a long moment of making Y/n laugh hysterically, her stomach squeezing.
If anyone who had known Grayson five years ago saw him now, so happy and warm, they would not believe it. But Adelaide had somehow, without even knowing, healed her father. He was happier now, he did not hide his emotions behind a mask, he smiled at everyone he talked to.
"That’s what you get for being mean to me."
She just smiled at him, her heart so full, and grabbed the collar of his shirt, not caring that she left behind prints of her hand, and tugged him close.
He let her do so without a complaint, smile on his lips when she finally kissed him.
"Daddy!"
Y/n pulled away, laughing lightly. "Go, daddy, your princess has summoned you."
He chuckled back, standing straight, but seemed to change his mind as he pecked her lips once more. "I’m yours."
Random confessions of love had become a habit of his now.
Kissing her forehead once he jogged out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Leaving her to smile to herself like a giddy teenager.
Mine.
He’s mine.
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Getting inspiration for the absolute nastiest Grayson Hawthorne x reader while at work is the worst
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Dating grayson and him getting jealous?:)thank youu!!
Your Favorite Kisses
+18 Explicit sexual content, biting, marking, jealous Grayson
It’s not like you could have guessed this was the missing piece to your relationship. Probably a dream relationship, two friends accidentally falling for each other. You and Grayson becoming an Us. Nothing felt more right, you had him now and you couldn’t get enough, finally able to touch every inch of him. You tangle your fingers in his light hair, losing yourselves in each other. Grayson’s toned body trapping you against the wall, wandering hands teetering the line between confidence and hesitation. Your legs wrapped around his waist. Never failing to pull a gasp from you when he easily hauls you off your feet. You get to watch Grayson let go of his control. His perfect, deliberate kisses turning rushed and clumsy. The grazes of his teeth turning to full bites.
The little “innocent” kisses. Something about when he kisses your hand makes you blush harder than anything. In public, Grayson will rarely do more than kiss your hands or cheeks, but he doesn’t keep his hands to himself. Always needing physical contact: an arm around your waist, a gentle hand on the small of your back, hand resting on your knee, or his fingers laced with yours.
Affectionately dubbed the “princely brother,” Grayson once responded to a question about your relationship with, “she’s my queen.”
Then there are the less frenzied kisses. When you’re straddling his lap or laying on top of him. Grayson is content to hold you against him and explore your mouth with his tongue. His hands cradling your face, gently biting your lip, groaning into your mouth when you inevitably roll your hips against his. Until his large hands lock you in place, shushing your whine with an “I know sweetheart,” murmured against your skin. Always waiting for you to settle before starting again. Slowly getting you riled up with his hands lazily wandering, until you’re practically begging him to fuck you. Even then, he takes his time, worshiping every inch of your body. Kissing every area of exposed flesh, sucking and biting until you’re marked to his liking. Each one in a place for his eyes alone.
You wouldn’t dare let anyone know that your favorite kisses come when Grayson is jealous. When someone has been staring too long, gotten a little too touchy,or flirted a bit too hard. Grayson has only so much self-control and it takes all of it to civilly get you away from whoever thinks they can touch what belongs to him and get you out of there. He doesn’t let you get a word out before crashing his mouth to yours, claiming the sounds you make as he pins you against the nearest wall, counter, whatever and pushing his thigh between your legs.
Biting the sensitive part of your neck and growling, “almost bent you over and fucked you right there. Show him exactly who you belong to.”
Grayson’s hand covering your mouth as he plunges his fingers into your soaked entrance. “So wet already. Bet you wanted him to see me fuck you, huh?”
Your barely muffled moans are answer enough, his fingers curling just right. Grayson is just as relentless with his fingers as he is with his cock, bringing you to the edge, but not letting you fall into bliss, not yet. He wants to hear you beg for it. Beg for him to let you come. He doesn’t care who hears you, they’ll all know how good he makes you feel. The things you let him do to you. Not that pompous ass that had the audacity to touch what’s his.
Grayson has you bent over a counter, hand tangled in your hair, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror as he takes what he needs. You’re thankful for the waterproof mascara when tears pool in your eyes because it's too much but just so good. His face pressed against your neck, muttering obscene words as he leaves deep purple bruises you know you won’t be able to hide.
“Everyone will know who you belong to now. Fuck. Gonna have my cum running down your thighs the rest of the evening.”
Grayson stifles his groans against your neck, “who do you belong to?”
“I’m yours.” you pant
“Tell them who you belong to,” he growls
“I’M YOURS”
Your legs nearly give out when you come, shuddering in his arms. His hips jerk then still when he finally comes, panting against your shoulder. He helps you fix your hair as best you can before finding a back way to sneak you out of whatever event you’re at. Grayson makes sure to go back and find that bastard. Keeping eye contact as he wipes your smeared lipstick from his mouth with a handkerchief.
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Can you do 🩰 Jameson Hawthorne x reader, please?
Jameson Hawthorne x Reader
A/N: I love getting TIG requests!
Summary: It was definitely love
Warnings/Tags: Female!Reader, Jameson x reader established relationship (romantic), fluff, fluffffffff, kissing
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This was love.
The look in Jameson's eyes as he stared back into yours. Was definitely love.
"I think I'm in love with you. Like really in love," Jameson whispered. He hadn't ever felt something like this before.
Your touch gave him butterflies, the mention of your name had him daydreaming.
"That's good." He looks confused before you finish, "because I'm in love with you to." The gap between the two of you is closed as his lips crash into yours
He tastes like whatever whiskey he had been drinking and a faint taste of lemon. Xander must be mad at him if he was giving him lemon instead of blueberry flavored scones.
All thoughts if the other Hawthornes leave your kind as Jameson's hand grasps into yours. He loves the way your hand fit with his. Fingers locked.
Jameson smiled as he pulled away
He didn't say anything. Just drinking in your beauty. Your soft skin was softly lit up in the pale moonlight. It reflected off of your body like the sun off of water. Everything about the scene in front of him was beautiful.
He threaded his fingers through your silly hair. He couldn't love you anymore. Everything about you was completely perfect.
"I don't think I can live without you," he whispered and the tone of his voice and sincerity in his eyes tells you he wasn't joking.
He didn't think he was. The thought of not being able to spend every waking second with you made him sick.
He could live without a lot of things. Hell, he could go longer without oxygen then without you.
"You won't have to, I have no plans of ever leaving," you whispered and cuddled into his bare chest.
The both of you could stay like this forever. Holding into the other for dear life.
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Let It Hurt
Pairing: Avery and Jameson Summary: A rewrite of Ch. 54 in the first book. Alternate take post first kiss at the Wayback Cottage where Avery is more angsty and doesn't let Jameson go that easy. Length: Moderate Story Type: Rewrite
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A/N: Hi guys! I'm sooo excited to be posting this one. It's been a long time in drafts and I was lost with how to continue it but I just know I really wanted Avery to be hurt but accidentally didn't try hard enough to make Jameson stop kissing her again. This gets deeper in their feelings and so it kinda makes Jameson sound like he's his THL self but still in line with his TIG self as well. Enjoy!
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Kissing him felt like fire. He wasn't soft or sweet, the way he had been while washing away the blood and dirt. I didn't need soft or sweet. This was exactly what I needed.
Maybe I could be what he needed, too. Maybe this didn’t have to be a bad idea. Maybe the complications were worth it.
He pulled back from the kiss, his lips only an inch away from mine. “I always knew you were special.”
I felt his breath on my face. I felt every last one of those words. I’d never thought of myself as special. I’d been invisible for so long. Wallpaper. Even after I’d become the biggest story in the world, it had never really felt like anyone was paying attention to me. The real me.
“We’re so close now,” Jameson murmured. “I can feel it.” There was an energy in his voice, like the buzzing of a neon light. “Someone obviously didn’t want us looking at that tree.”
What?
He went to kiss me again, cupping my cheek in his hand and with my heart sinking, I sadly wasn’t fast enough to turn my head away as his mouth connected with mine. I couldn't stop the lone tear that slid down my face. The shock of his words only started to hit me then and I wished it didn’t hurt so much but it did, even as I subconsciously reciprocated the kiss.
For a moment, I tried to will the hurt away, to pretend that this was what it was like to get kissed by a boy that liked me. I hated that his body felt snug against me and how it felt right. We didn’t actually like each other in that way, he just needed me to solve his grandfather’s last mystery and then I’d be discarded. I was no Emily but then, I never would want to be her anyway.
She was a life lesson of what not to be; a spoiled little girl who was more trouble than she was worth, got everything she wanted and got away with anything. Even if something was most definitely her fault, somehow everyone else was responsible. Well, the princess fell from the tower at some point. But even though I was tired of being associated with a dead girl that was six feet below the ground in a grave, I was continuously being dealt that card to no avail.
The biggest irony of all was that I was in the house where her presence was most felt, like the ghost of her was overhead, hovering behind me, following my every move.
When he pulled away, I pushed at his chest and turned on my heel, trying to put as much distance between us. Hearing him grunt in surprise was only the tiniest bit satisfying as I made my way back to the room. There was some muffled mumbling that sounded an awful lot like “deserved that” but even so I didn’t care.
I stopped at the beds and looked from one to the other. Which was hers? As I took in every fine detail of the quilt, my hand subconsciously went to my chest, ghosting over the pattern of the wound. I was in a dead girl’s room. I was almost killed tonight. There had been wood in my chest, there could have been a bullet buried there instead. Jameson could have been hurt or killed; if the bullet had ricocheted, it easily could have hit him.
Both of us could have come out of this very differently if it weren’t for those “hadn’t beens”. But Jameson didn’t seem to see it that way. No, because he was busy thinking about a tree. Anger flared inside me at the reminder. I understood he had laser focus but I thought he had room for a little bit of empathy and logic.
My mind shot to alertness when I heard nearby shuffling until I realized it was coming from the bathroom and heard him step into the bedroom. I crossed my arms and kept my eyes trained on the bedpost in front of me, not letting myself look up when I knew he was right behind me. He sighed softly.
“Heiress?” I didn’t reply. Another sigh. “Look, I know I came off as in-
“I could’ve been shot.”
“Pardon? I didn’t-”
“I said I could’ve been shot.” I spun around, catching him blink in surprise. “Shot, Jameson. Do you know what that means?” I stared at him sharply for a long moment before he looked aside, something like guilt or shame evident on his face. “I just inherited your family’s stupidly big fortune which made me a target of basically everyone related to you and anyone else in the world that made me their problem. I could have been killed. You could have been. Don’t you get that?”
He looked up again and tilted his head, giving me a small wry smile. “Don’t worry about me, Heiress. A bullet still wouldn’t stop me.” My jaw dropped; he was still attempting humor.
“A-Are you being serious right now? Do you hear yourself?” He stayed silent. “Oren just pulled a chunk of wood out of my chest and if things had worked out a little differently, he could have been pulling out a bullet. Same goes for you. And meanwhile you’re over here thinking about a damn tree? This mystery, us running around acting like we’re Mystery Inc, you figuring out why your grandfather chose me, it’s all meaningless to you if I die. And if you got shot, your family would be out for me, we both know that much. And then what? Not everything is a game, Hawthorne.”
“Perhaps you’re right but that’s just it, MG. If Emily taught me anything, it’s that everything is a game. Even this.” I was about ready to throttle him. But I withheld and rolled my eyes, laughing anxiously instead. “Jameson, get real. Emily’s dead, I almost died, your grandfather is dead, you’re not one of the heirs, your family hates me, the inheritance is not in the rightful hands, and now someone is after me. This is reality for me and you right now. This isn’t in your head. Life comes with risk, I know, but this isn’t a game.”
That elicited a reaction. His jaw got tight and his eyes narrowed. “You don’t think I know that Heiress? Unfortunately, my grandfather raised us treating everything like a damn game from the moment we could talk and think. Don’t pretend you even know the beginning of my life story, we’d be here all day.”
“And I’m not. But you are acting like what just happened is something to push aside. Newsflash, it can’t be. I can get you pretending that covering me with yourself in the woods, cleaning my wound, our kiss doesn’t matter but not my life or yours being on the line for some stupid mystery. That’s all I ask.” That’s when it hit me. “Why do you act like that? Like you don’t matter?”
I caught the panic in his eyes when they widened for a brief second as he turned away from me and ran a hand through his hair, sighing deeply. He’d been doing that a lot. After a long pause he spoke. “Because I’ve done worse. There’s a lot of things from my past that I’m not proud of. Things with Gray, things with Emily, things with Xan and Nash, the old man…” I put a hand on his shoulder. He side-eyed me and smirked knowingly. “If you’re expecting for this to turn into a confession, you’re going to be sorely disappointed.”
This time I sighed and shook my head. “No, I don’t. I don’t expect you to say anything you’re not comfortable sharing. But Jameson? We’ve all done things we’re not proud of, don’t be so hard on yourself for that.”
He turned his head toward me fully and the smirk turned into his signature crooked grin. “Don’t pity me, Heiress. Self loathing is a very good look for me.” But I saw the sadness in his eyes and something about it gave me a hollow feeling, like he’d been holding it in for so long. Yet that didn’t last either. “I know what you’re thinking and contrary to what you believe, I deserve it. Call it my role in the family.”
My hand slid from his shoulder and swiped at the mussy hairs stuck to my forehead. Then, I sidestepped him to pace around the room. I wasn’t sure how much more beating around the bush I could take.
“I thought that was my thing,” he said. I glared at him in passing. “What? Did I say something wrong?”
“Can you just let me think in silence for a second? I mean, would it kill you to stop making everything a joke?”
“Hey, this wasn’t ever going to be a pity party, Heiress. Not my style. I’ve been honest about that mu-”
“Stop it! Just… stop.” I walked over to him and took his hands in mine. “Look at me, Jameson.” He did, surprisingly. I lowered my voice and spoke gently. “I know you’re not okay. I know you’re sad. You have been for a long time. It’s caused you deep pain, I’ve felt that way, too.” I felt him go very still and for a long minute, he was quiet.
He exhaled shakily and his eyes were averted. There was the rawness again. “I’m not very good at this, Avery. I’m terrible at hurting.”
Avery. He said my name; that’s when I knew he meant it. I let go of his hands and cupped his face in mine which made him meet my gaze. I felt like crying just seeing his misery. “I know you are. You can take all the time you need. But you can’t fix the issue by avoiding it.”
Jameson inhaled sharply and rose to his full height, shaking his head again and went to stand against the wall. “I can’t. I’m sorry but I can’t.” His voice had gone so quiet, I could barely hear him. I followed after him and while I stopped just far enough that he had some space, I still reached an arm out and placed my hand on his back. He flinched slightly but didn’t tell me to move it and I didn’t retract either.
“Look, I’m sorry that this might be pushing you too far.” He didn’t say anything. “You can be mad at me like I am at you for tonight but in truth, I think you’re just mad at yourself.” His head tilted to my side and I saw his mouth open but I plowed on. “You don’t have to tell me anything about your past. You don’t have to clarify. We can pretend everything else is a game. But not this. You matter Jameson and hate me for telling you that but that’s something you’ll have to eventually admit to yourself. It doesn’t have to be out loud with anyone around. It just has to be you admitting to yourself that you matter because you do.”
“I-”
“And I know this sounds worse but there are people who care about you: your brothers, your Nan, your aunt, I think, and you know, I’d even say me. You matter to me, Jameson. I may not know too much about you but I know a bleeding heart when I see one, especially one who hates themselves. I’ve been there myself, Libby too.” That’s when I heard the broken laugh.
“You really don’t know when to quit, do you?”
I shook my head. “Nope, why do you think I’m still here?” He turned around and leaned on the wall, eyes red and hair covering his right eye but he was smiling that crooked smile. It was raw and edgy but it looked good on him.
My stomach did a little flip flop. Stop it, now’s not the time. I stepped closer to him, swiping at the forelock but when I pulled my arm back, he gently wrapped his fingers around my wrist and tugged me to him. I shuffled forward a little more till I was practically leaning on him and his other hand went to my hip. The hand that was entwined with his was resting on his chest and it seemed like he was mindlessly rubbing circles into the back of my hand, as if distracting himself. We stayed in silence for a few minutes which seemed to stretch into an hour. Finally, Jameson spoke up.
“Listen, Heiress, I owe you an-”
“I forgive you.”
He shook his head. “Nuh-uh-uh. Not so fast. You got to give your little speech without interruptions. Now that I am in the mood to talk, you want to interrupt? Tsk-tsk.” I arched an eyebrow at him and he simply winked. His voice lowered, “I’m warning you though, this might be a shitty apology.” Oh, I’m prepared for that. But I didn’t say that out loud, just nodded and waited for him to continue.
“Hmmm-ahh. Hah, I’m already failing this. I’m sorry for what happened back there and here. I know it was serious and could’ve been bad news for both of us.” He looked to my wound and brought a thumb over it, air tracing it but hovered so close to my skin that I could practically feel his touch. “I was worried about you, still am.” Then through his teeth I heard him mutter something more softly. It sounded something along the lines of “Maybe-something-always.” but I couldn’t be sure.
“That wound could have been fatal and I am angry we didn’t spare that but it doesn’t change the fact you’re still here kicking. Avery, if there’s anything I can give you full credit for, it’s your tenacity. I admire that a lot.” I felt a smile tugging at my lips. “About the tree thing, um, that’s how I learned to push away all the bad stuff, by focusing on the next clue. Those Saturday games helped me learn to focus on one thing even when there was something in the back of my mind. And to your final point; you are right. If I got shot or died, Nash would find a way to bring me back just so he could whoop my ass.”
I smirked at the last bit. “I’m sure he would. I could try to protect you, though.”
“Heh, you can try. But I wasn’t wrong when I said this was a game.”
“Jameson…”
“Hear me out. This is a game, a dangerous one and because of the risks and stakes, this,” he pointed to my wound, “is exactly what can happen. People will be out for you, more now than ever. But, if you still want to find out why my grandfather chose you, then the reward is considered higher than the risk. However, that’s up to you. And I can go back myself because I know these grounds.” He stared at me intently and I knew what he implied with the unspoken words. He wants me safe. The feeling warmed me but turned to ice shards because I knew he still wanted to risk himself.
I shook my head. “Jameson, you were with me. I don’t know if that person was potentially after you too. I don’t want you to risk yourself.” What if the bullet strikes its mark this time? I leaned my head against his chest but he didn’t let me be that way for long. He cupped the back of my head and made me look up at him.
“Do you trust me?”
“No.” He smiled.
“Good. But do you trust that we’re a good team?” I bit my lip but nodded in the end. “I can take worse risks, Heiress, and I found ways out of shadier spots. I’ll look through the security logs to find a safe path to the tree, I can promise you that much. Also, tell Oren to block that fireplace entrance in your room.” I nodded frantically. Then, he whispered the quietest I ever heard him. “I know you don’t have reason to trust any of us but me and my brothers don’t have anything against you even though Gray was acting like you’re a conwom-,” I snorted while he briefly smirked but quickly turned serious again, “If there’s anything good the old man taught us it was loyalty to each other no matter the circumstance.”
I nodded again for what felt like the hundredth time. Then, I carefully wrapped my arms around his upper torso and hugged him, burying my head into his shoulder. His went to the small of my back and I felt him rubbing circles into my shirt like earlier. “Thank you, that means a lot. I still think you’re an idiot for wanting to do this but I won’t stop you. I’ll even distract Oren.”
“Great, does that mean I can kiss you again?” I pulled away from him immediately and raised an eyebrow in question. He was smiling cheekily and winked. But his eyes held that same intensity when he was focused and were tempting me. Well? Will you? Before I could think twice, I pulled him down by his hoodie strings and pressed my lips to his hard. Jameson had no trouble catching on and he lifted me up by the thighs, letting me wrap my legs around his waist before readjusting his arms to my back. I also curled my arm around his shoulder and clutched the fabric of his hoodie at his shoulder blade. It was a deep kiss but it was sweet. Ok, so a bit sweet isn’t bad.
When we parted, I was panting but he wasn’t. What a shocker. Instead, he was observing my face and I could imagine what he saw; the cuts, raw and red, scratches from the bark. Before I could ask anything, he leaned close and pressed soft kisses to each one. I closed my eyes. When he kissed my forehead last and he pulled back, I opened them again to find him smiling softly at me. It made me smile too and I didn’t hesitate to lean forward again to give him a light kiss in thanks.
Unfortunately, at that same moment a hushed gasp came from the hall.
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A FOOL FOR YOU PT 5⤵ GRAYSON HAWTHORNE X READER
ABOUT: 2610 words, no use of y/n (part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4)
STORY: after so long avoiding it, you and grayson finally talk about what happened and figure out what it all means
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A/N: this took wayyyy longer than i meant it to, sorry about that. i hope you guys liked this series because it was so fun to write!! (i dont plan to continue it but who knows...)
When you woke up, you could feel the cool morning breeze making its way into your room. The birds were chirping outside, and the sun was just at the right level to where it would hit your eyes and make it hard for you to open them all the way.
Your bed felt warmer for some reason this morning- the blanket heavier, the mattress firmer, the pillow softer. You weren’t complaining, no, it was actually a… nice change. A change from your normal routine, no matter how much you relied on it. Maybe it wasn’t really different and you were just still half asleep, or-
Wait.
You never slept with your window open.
You shouldn’t have been able to feel the breeze. Or hear the birds. Or have that much sunlight peeking through. It wasn’t that things just felt different this morning, but this wasn’t your room.
When your eyes snapped open, they widened at the realization of who was beside you, the realization of whose arm was resting lazily across your stomach.
Grayson Davenport Hawthorne.
Your breath caught when you saw him. Thankfully the man had put on a shirt, but he looked so unlike himself while he was asleep.
Grayson’s usually perfectly styled hair was tousled, some light strands falling onto his forehead. His breathing was slow, steady, gentle, and you could see the rise and fall of his chest with each breath. His lips were slightly parted, making a barely audible hum with each exhale. He looked younger, more boyish in this moment of relaxation.
It was a different look on him, but not necessarily a bad one.
He stirred slightly, and you were completely frozen, only watching as he rolled over from his back to his stomach, closer to you. You had no idea what had possessed you to get into a bed with Grayson Hawthorne last night, but you were now suffering the consequences.
You tried gently to push his arm away, but Grayson was surprisingly strong in his sleep and wouldn’t let go. In fact, it only seemed to wrap around you tighter.
He was killing you right now.
The worst part was, your mind was blanking as to how you got there. You knew that neither of you had anything to drink, so it wasn’t that. You also would’ve been able to feel it if you were hungover.
It was probably the mind fog from having just woken up, but you still didn’t like not remembering.
Pushing his arm off you only proved to be futile yet again. Just as you were about to get desperate and resort to calling his name, Grayson awoke.
Well, saying he was awake was an overstatement. Grayson let out a groan and his arm tightened around you further, like he didn’t realize it was you he was holding onto. He kicked his legs out, taking up a surprisingly large amount of the bed, almost tangled up with you.
“Hmm,” he muttered, slowly opening his eyes. “I… what the-”
Grayson’s eyes widened like yours when he saw you next to him and saw where his hand was placed. He immediately retracted the arm and as awkward as you’d found it, part of you missed its warmth.
He cleared his throat and spoke again. “Good morning. You’re awake.”
“Uh, yeah,” you confirmed. “Why am I-”
“In my bed?” Grayson interrupted. “After the pool last night, we came back up here and talked for a bit. You fell asleep and I didn’t want to wake you, so I figured I’d let you stay.”
Oh.
Phew.
“You should've just woken me up and I could’ve gone to my room, it’s not that big of a deal,” you told him.
“You’re a peaceful sleeper. I didn’t wish to get in the way of that.”
Did he really have you blushing this early in the morning?
“Oh, thank you,” was the only response you could manage.
Grayson sat up and ran his fingers through his hair. Everything about him looking younger and peaceful as he slept had gone away, and he was now back to his sharp eyes staring at you intensely. The eyes you could never read, the eyes that he always managed to hide so much behind.
You forced yourself to sit up too, and- oh my god you were wearing his shirt.
You hadn’t even known that Grayson owned anything besides the countless suits he always wore. And those sweatpants, apparently, from when he was drunk the other night.
But here you were, wearing your shorts from the night before but your hoodie replaced by a soft white shirt that was far too big for you. You realized you were still wearing your swimsuit under it, but it had dried by now.
A small noise came from his nose, just a little too loudly for it to be a normal exhale.
“What,” you groaned, sheepishly looking up to meet his eyes. “Do I really look that pathetic that I managed to make Grayson Hawthorne laugh at me?”
His corners of his mouth twitched upwards. “You don’t look pathetic. It’s just your face, you look…” he cut himself off and paused to find the right adjective. You could tell what he’d been about to say.
Please don’t say cute. For the love of all things sane, please don’t call me cute.
“Amusing.”
Somehow, that was worse.
You sighed and for a moment, neither of you said anything. The night before was starting to come back to you:
After the kiss, the two of you had stayed out there and talked for a good while. You got out of the pool, put your regular clothes back on over your swimsuit. Then Grayson offered to go up to his room. You accepted the offer, and when you got up there he’d offered you one of his shirts because your hoodie had gotten wet. He then put on a shirt himself, and you simply sat on his bed and talked.
And apparently you’d fallen asleep in the same bed.
Grayson cleared his throat. “You’re thinking.”
“Yes I am.” You didn’t even bother being surprised that he could read you so easily because of course he could.
“Is it selfish of me to guess that you’re thinking about last night?”
“I don’t know about selfish, but it certainly wouldn’t be incorrect.”
A beat of silence.
You felt out of place there, sitting on the bed next to him, probably looking like a mess. But the way he looked at you during that silence proved that he wasn’t necessarily upset about your unbrushed hair or half-awake eyes or the way the sleeves of his shirt on you nearly went down to your forearms.
“I meant everything I said,” he finally spoke. “I hope you know that.”
Oh, now he was willing to bring up the elephant in the room? Last time it had taken him a week. Though you supposed it was harder to avoid when you’d both woken up in his bed.
“Even when you were drunk?” You asked.
His voice was surprisingly soft. “Even when I was drunk.”
Another silence. There seemed to be a lot of them that morning. And in that silence, you let the reality of what had happened settle in:
You kissed Grayson Hawthorne last night.
Twice.
And all either of you had to say about it was some awkward banter.
But you didn’t know what else to say. What was a kiss to someone like Grayson? Was it just a meaningless action to him? Could he just kiss someone and forget? Or was it the opposite, you’d kissed and now there was no moving on? You assumed- you hoped for the latter, and knowing him it was most likely, but you couldn’t be sure.
He was Grayson Hawthorne, after all. Who knew how many girls wanted to kiss him. Not that he ever let them, but you wouldn’t think it strange of him to find a kiss to be worth nothing.
So you figured you just had to ask.
“What are we, Grayson?”
To your surprise, he smiled softly.
“That depends,” he told you. “What would you like us to be?”
~~
Avery had sent you a voicemail at eleven the night before. She’d also texted you countless times ever since then, well into the morning.
By the time you left Grayson’s room, it was nine.
Your hoodie hadn’t dried overnight, so he’d let you keep his shirt. You’d tied it up to try to make it fit at least a little, but it was still far too large. And it smelled like him- that didn’t help.
You pressed play on Avery’s voicemail.
“Hello? Are you- oh, it’s a voicemail. Okay, uh, well, call me back when you can. You said you’d let me know what happens with you and Grayson. I mean since you haven’t come back yet I can assume it went well? I hope so, maybe since it’s late you guys-” She paused. “Nevermind, I don’t want to think about what you’re doing. Call me. Bye.”
You couldn’t help but laugh. What on earth did she think you were doing? But you couldn’t blame her, because you’d initially had the same thought when you woke up next to him that morning.
Avery answered your call back almost immediately.
“Hello?” Her voice said through the phone.
“Hey, I’m alive.”
There was a high noise from the other end, but you couldn’t quite make it out.
“Finally! I thought you drowned in the pool or something. You wanna tell what happened? It’s been, like, twelve hours.”
Damn, she was right. You’d gone to the pool at eight last night, and it was now nine in the morning. You spent most of those hours alone with Grayson, your mind decided to remind you. You had to push the thought out of your head.
“Yeah, I’ll tell you,” you said. “In person, though. Where are you?”
“We’re in the back, by the pool. Thought it would be funny to wait for you here.”
You frowned. “Who is we-”
“Max,” she explained. There was another sound from beside her. “She says to get the fox over here, beach.”
~~
Talking to Max and Avery didn’t prove to be productive, but it had been fun. Long story short, Max thought the idea of drunk Grayson was hilarious and Avery fully thought you were joking when you told her you’d kissed.
That only offended you a little.
But the talk by the pool didn’t last too long. Eventually, you made your way back inside. You just wanted to be alone with your thoughts for longer. You still didn’t completely know how you felt about the whole situation, despite discussing it with your two closest friends.
You realized it was almost ten o’clock and you still hadn’t had breakfast, so you went to the kitchen. As you got there, you couldn’t help but think back to when Grayson had come in, hungover yet looking completely put-together. When he’d reached into the refrigerator and grabbed cherries for some reason.
You laughed quietly at the memory.
“What’s so funny, hm?”
Your head snapped back and you were met once again with Grayson Hawthorne. And once again he was in a suit, his hair fixed, looking perfect.
He had a talent for putting himself together.
“Nothing,” you replied. “I’m just thinking.”
Grayson walked over to you and nodded. “You do that a lot.”
“Yeah, well, there’s a lot to think about.”
“Care to share?”
Having a conversation with Grayson Davenport Hawthorne was always difficult. Not because of the way he spoke, no, but rather because of the way he looked.
How were you supposed to focus with those silver-gray eyes looking down at you, with the way the corners wrinkled with each poorly hidden smile? How were you supposed to stand up straight when every time his fingers even brushed your skin you melted into his touch?
How were you supposed to exist when he did too?
Oh, right, he asked a question.
“I’m thinking about what you said,” you told him honestly. There was no point in trying to hide your feelings from him now.
“And remind me,” he said, moving even closer. “What did I say?”
“That you meant everything you said, even when you were drunk.”
He nodded along, but he was clearly focused more on you rather than what you were saying.
“You said you wanted my face.” You said slowly. “I know you were drunk and it was just a stupid comment, but-”
He stopped with a finger to your mouth. “We went over this the morning after, no?” Grayson’s hand moved from covering your mouth to cup your face again and it took everything you had not to lean further into it. “I would be honored to have your face.”
Even if the words were stupid, the meaning behind them was so much stronger.
When he leaned in to whisper in your ear you nearly fainted.
“May I?”
You didn’t answer, but you let your arms wrap themselves around his hips as he leaned down to meet your lips with his and-
“Jeez you guys, get a room!” Grayson stood up straight at the new voice, but your hands stayed on each other. “This is like the third time this week I’ve walked in on you two kissing out in the open. Other people live here you kno-”
Xander, who had entered the kitchen and complained about your affection, completely froze when he saw you.
“You’re not Avery.” He then pointed to his brother. “You’re not Jameson.”
Grayson cleared his throat. “Xander-”
Xander gasped. “Wait, are you two, like, a thing? Like, dating? Like, kissy kissy cuddle cuddle muah muah?”
“Xander-”
“Oh my… I knew it! I mean, I didn’t want to make any assumptions, but the two of you have been acting pretty weird for a bit now and I thought-”
“Xander-”
“-hold on. Nash owes me so much money now.”
“Xander-”
“What Gray? Of course we have a bet going. I guess my optimism is finally paying off! I was right, you are getting together! This is the best news of my life-”
“Alexander.”
Xander finally stopped rambling and looked at his brother. Grayson was absolutely glaring at him, the kind of look that spoke volumes. And coming from him, it was even louder.
“Damn,” Xander said, shaking his head. “Sorry, I didn’t know you were such a party pooper. Actually, who am I kidding, I’ve known that forever.” He shrugged. “Just… keep kissing or whatever. Good job. Er, uh, I mean-”
“Just go away, Xander.”
“Yes sir. I’m gone.”
Once the footsteps were too far to be heard, Grayson let out a sigh of relief.
You burst out laughing. Grayson only stared at you with a blank expression, like he was waiting for you to stop, which only made you laugh harder.
When you’d finally caught your breath, he let his hand find your face again, this time tangling itself in your hair. “My brother seems to think we’re dating.”
You didn’t try to hide the blush that covered your entire face. “And how do you feel about that, Grayson?”
He shrugged. “I wouldn’t be upset if his assumption turned out to be true.”
Silence somehow fell upon the two of you again, but this time it was different. Not unsure, not nervous, not awkward. This time, it was a comfortable silence. A silence in which you looked into his eyes. A silence in which you could finally read one of the emotions hiding behind them:
Love.
“Grayson?”
“Yes?”
“I think I figured out what I want us to be.”
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Gray and Lyra did it on a vacation for the first time and it was awkward-WHO SAID THAT?? HUH? IT WAN'T ME I SWEAR.
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